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mysticstarlightduck · 1 day

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OC Interview Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @mk-writes-stuff (here)!

I'll go with Corah (the main character of "Of Starlight and Beasts") because I don't think I've done this tag for her before!

Are you named after anyone?

"No, not really."

When was the last time you cried?

"I don't really cry all that often - at least not in front of people. At least I try not to. When I'm sad or something truly upsets me I just kinda, shut down and run off to try to find somewhere I can truly be alone. Then I cry. The last time I truly cried was when our kingdom was attacked by those horrid monsters a few months ago. It was chaos and I can't help but feel I could've done something to prevent it, even though that's a foolish notion."

Do you have kids?

"No, of course not, I'm too young for that, I'm only nineteen! I'm almost still a kid myself. And I've got a whole world to see, a lot of adventures to have, wrongs to make right and monsters to fight before I can start thinking about that. If I ever have children, I'll try to be like my Dad was for me - present and caring, as a parent should - not like my mother who left when I was little and never once looked back. Sometimes, because of her, I worry that - if I eventually have any children - I might not be a perfect mother, if I ever become one."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"Only sometimes! It depends strongly on my mood and whom I'm talking to. If I'm happy, I might use sarcasm to make some light hearted jokes, if someone is doing something annoying on purpose I'll use sarcasm as a rebuttal, and so on and so forth. I try to be very careful not to hurt other people's feelings, because it doesn't hurt to try and be as polite as possible to everyone you meet - its common courtesy and even a simple smile and kind words might make someone's day much better, because you never know what they're going through. But on a less serious note, I tend to use sarcasm a lot with my friends - mostly because I trust them and also because they're incredibly sarcastic as well so they're able to match my energy very well!"

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"I try to understand a bit more about their intentions and morality, if they're trying to help people or if they're using power to cause harm to others. I can get a general vibe of whether someone is good or bad from a first impression - but I tend to give anyone the benefit of the doubt until I'm proven wrong. I also notice try to notice the little details that might give me some more insight into that person's personality and daily life. Sometimes the details speak the loudest, because everyone is so unique and different in their own personal way."

What’s your eye colour?

"Dark brown!"

Scary movies or happy endings?

"I personally like both! When I was a little girl I used to adore the kinds of tales that had very intriguing and scary events that the protagonist had to face throughout the story - the more epic and high stakes the obstacles the better - as long as the hero triumphed in the end. And to this day, though my taste in books has certainly matured that preference hasn't changed. I think that, when you grow up in a kingdom that is constantly beset by monsters and horrors born of dark magic, you learn that fear is a natural part of life, and you learn how to deal with it in a way that doesn't let it consume you - you learn to grow from it, and to use that fear in order to create a better future. My Dad comes from a long line of monster hunters, so I was naturally raised with a lot of tales about eldrich creatures from far off lands and the knights who defeated them."

Any special talents?

"I am a knight-in-training, and I take my training duties very seriously. Because of this I can say I'm pretty talented when it comes to fighting, especially with the use of swords, spears and daggers. I'm also good at archery and I've learned how to fight wearing plate armor (the weight of that amount of metal takes a while to get used to, but once you do it becomes pretty much second nature). Though I take pride in those talents I've nurtured, I still have a lot to learn - hubris can lead to fatal mistakes in a fight. I also like sewing and making simple jewelry out of daily items, and I think I can dance well enough to not make a fool of myself in front of everyone in a masquerade. At least I hope so!"

Where were you born?

"I was born in the capital city of Tirawen, and have lived there ever since. It's a beautiful city, with good people and an incredibly vast set of cultures, but its also a very complicated place - the nobility is trapped in a constant 'dance' of which House has the most power and influence, and as such, gossip and intrigues are a harsh reality one has to deal with when around the city's elite. The kingdom also is constantly beset by monsters, though due to the capital being in the heart of the kingdom, it is usually safer than the provinces, despite the kingdom's magic barrier shielding most of the land. Also, fun fact that some people don't know: due to our kingdom being constantly in contact with that same magic, people from Tirawen often have longer lifespans - up to 200 years old if they live really close to the heart of the kingdom where magic is the strongest! I just find that pretty neat!"

Do you have any pets?

"We have an old dog named Miss Hilde who is the sweetest little thing - despite her being the biggest dog I've really ever seen. She's incredibly playful, but don't let those big, seemingly thoughtless eyes fool you - she's a sneaky and sassy pup who likes making a mess at every chance she gets, because she knows she'll get away with it. Or at least that's what I think my dog thinks, haha."

What sort of sports do you play?

"Does jousting, horseback riding, swordfighting and other knightly duties - like archery, duelling, etc - count? I hope it does, because that's pretty much a lot of what being a knight entails - at least I'm constantly exercising, so hopefully I'll be a healthy and buff old lady when I eventually grow old, haha."

How tall are you?

"I've always been pretty tall for my age, which has definetly come with its own sets of advantages and disadvantages."

What was your favourite subject in school?

"Hmm. In my time at the academies I used to really like subjects such as 'History of the Ancient Realms', 'Handling Magic', 'the General Sciences of Alchemy' and every single class that had something to do with improving my abilities as a knight!"

What is your dream job?

"I think I've probably already talked your ear off about wanting to be a knight, by now, so I think we've got the answer right there, haha. I cannot wait to pass my Trials and be fully knighted as a soldier of the realm - then I'll be able to serve my country and protect the people from the monsters that lurk in the night, as well as bring honor back to our family name... Which is a very complicated subject for another time."

Tagging (gently, no pressure): @agirlandherquill, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @littleladymab, @little-peril-stories, @illarian-rambling, @elshells, @winterandwords, @writernopal, @moonandris, @eccaiia, @inky-duchess, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @clairelsonao3, @thepeculiarbird, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @ybotter, @aalinaaaaaa, @autumnalwalker, @oh-no-another-idea, @cowboybrunch and OPEN TAG

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maypearlss · 10 months

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𝐨𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐫𝐣 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

i'll be the first to confess that rj is underappreciated. by me, specifically. which is probably why you guys haven't heard as much about him. that's my bad. but it's his time to shine now! and he's gonna be crazy entertaining to write, guaranteed, so that definitely makes up for the lack of attention i've given him. here's all about rj, folks!

on top of being the most cryptic member of overconsumption to the eye of the general public, rj has a penchant for stirring up conflict within the band. call it a hangover from an uneasy childhood. he loves getting under peoples' skin, but, by now, the band has just accepted it as one of his quirks. one quirk of quite a few, including a strong appreciation for any substance that can make life more interesting. one might say another hangover.

but don't be mistaken: behind the continuous mischief-making and frequent benders is a more well-intentioned soul than most give him credit for. misguided, yes, but well-intentioned. it's a part of him that is seldom acknowledged by others in favor of his junkie image—actually, he's seldom acknowledged at all in discussions of overconsumption's success.

no worries. who needs acknowledgment when you're in a world all your own?

𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋆｡°✩

full name: roger jesse patterson

age: 23 (1985)–tbd

birthday: march 26

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: pansexual (so closeted even he doesn't know)

ethnicity: scottish-american

occupation: rhythm guitarist for overconsumption

love interest(s): none

likes: causing problems, speedballing, fantasy books/movies, arguing, animals, jeans with giant holes in the knees, being high

dislikes: his friends being genuinely upset about something, working out, getting haircuts, parties, horror movies, boats

height: 5'6

build: small, thin

hair: wavy, red mullet

skin: pale

eyes: grey-blue

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋆｡°✩

⋆ nothing to lose - l.a. guns

⋆ all hell's breakin' loose - kiss

⋆ mr. brownstone - guns n' roses

⋆ smokin' in the boys room - mötley crüe

⋆ nightrain - guns n' roses

⋆ locomotive (complicity) - guns n' roses

⋆ dirty deeds done dirt cheap - ac/dc

⋆ welcome to the jungle - guns n' roses

⋆ dancing on glass - mötley crüe

⋆ right next door to hell - guns n' roses

⋆ no mercy - l.a. guns

⋆ out ta get me - guns n' roses

⋆ coma - guns n' roses

⋆ kickstart my heart - mötley crüe

𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 ⋆｡°✩

he's, surprisingly, the first friend may makes within the overconsumption group

he can only fall asleep if he's laying on his stomach, but him falling asleep is rare because he isn't a fan of sleeping in general

he named the title track of overconsumption's debut album, all it takes

he's the ex-boyfriend of one of duke's older sisters, liv, whom he still remains on good terms with even after the breakup—duke has a bit (aka a lot) of a grudge against him for it, but he's subtle enough about it that rj doesn't really care

he's lactose intolerant

he's gonna make me really sad

i posted this intro to my instagram like 2 days ago, then forgot to put it here, so WHOOPS!! but it's here now, so all is forgiven :) and that's it for all the main/supporting character intros! the next intros i post will probably be some combined intro posts for some of the side characters like amelie, tigerlily, may's abuelo, those folks! but it might be a little while before then, we'll just see how much energy i have in the near future!

#oc : rj patterson #wip : the nona incident!#my wips #my ocs #writeblr #creative writing #oc intro #oc introduction #meet the oc #meet my ocs #wipsbymor

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smolbimbo · 1 month

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I decided to make my own little silly guys!! I was inspired by strawberry shortcake, la la loopsie and cuphead as well! This is only half of them, the other half will come soon! These are LazyDay, Pawprint, ColorTime, SnakeEyes, and QueenBee!

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oplostcause · 7 months

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Since we're starting to introduce some new characters, we thought it would be a fun idea to make character cards! To start us off, here's the cards for McCoy and Martin! You can look forward to more of these on select Fridays!!

View them on the site here: https://lostcausecomic.com/characters

#webcomic #private martin #general mccoy #comics #original character #meet the oc #comic art #oplostcause #character card

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wisp-of-chaos · 4 months

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Meet the OC - Vlassk

As the title suggests, this is a post about one of my OC's. The most recent and new one, to be specific: My illithid OC Vlassk.

He was created merely 2 weeks ago and meant to only be a filler character to never appear again but well, here we are. That idiot has grown way too much on me and gained quite a few fans, so ... why not introduce him properly?

Buckle up guys, this is going to be a long one.

(More infos under the cut for ease of scrolling)

To tell Vlassk’s story is to tell the story of Phileon: a half elf adventurer and explorer hailing from a long lost and forgotten druid circle.

He and his group of fellow adventurers eventually were hired by a secretive noble and tasked to retrieve an ancient and magical artifact for him from some illithid ruins in the Underdark. It was a tough job with many of them ending up injured and even suggesting to give up on the hunt, but Phileon persisted and eventually managed to succeed, proudly delivering the wanted artifact to their client.

Pleased with the outcome, the noble – introducing himself as Qirilissk – thanked him and promised to remember him if he ever should need services like this again, and – true to his word – Qirilissk hired Phileon many times more afterwards. And the more they worked together, the closer they got. Until – eventually – a relationship began to bloom. And it was then, that Qirilissk revealed his true identity.

After many doubtful discussions – “I fear you won’t like me anymore once you know who I truly am, my pearl.” – and whispered words of reassurance – “I will always love you, no matter what.” – Qirilissk finally unveiled his biggest secret. He was an illithid – a cave dwelling aberration feeding on sentient brains to sustain himself and with the ability to enthrall and enslave whomever he pleased.

And yet Phileon didn’t flinch. Didn’t abandon his lover because he was true to his word and loved Qirilissk not for what, but who he was. And for a while, they were happy. But then Phileon grew sick with an ailment nobody knew a cure of. He grew weaker by the day; his limbs thinning, his lips hoarse and broken, his eyes dry and inflamed, his throat hoarse and aching and his mind waning and slipping.

But he wasn’t alone. Qirilissk never once left his side and tried whatever he could to help – to ease his lovers pain. Yet nothing worked and in the end, all there was left was suffering and a slowly but steadily approaching end. Qirilissk, however, had an idea – a last spark of hope – on how to preserve his lover.

He presented an illithid tadpole to Phileon – knowing full well that ceremorphosis could destroy his lover but it was still a chance. A chance to keep his lover, to help and heal him. And Phileon accepted, not wanting to see Qirilissk in pain over his own cruel destiny.

Phileon accepted the tadpole and his condition worsened. He hallucinated and lost his hair; his skin grew damp and feverish and pale; his limbs elongated and reformed themselves. He bleed and bleed and bleed and then … then he was reborn.

Out of his old, discarded shell rose a newborn mind flayer. With pale blue skin, bright red eyes and frills adorning his head; and Vlassk was born.

Unfortunately, however that meant that Phileon was dead. Gone. Nothing of his personality or memories survived the transformation and that was a fact which Qirilissk would never be able to forget or forgive.

Qirilissk – along with the newborn illithid as his apprentice – returned to his colony in the Underdark and began the long and tiring task to educate and raise Vlassk, so that he – one day – would become a full member of their community.

Vlassk however, proved to be difficult. His mind was ever wandering, his eyes never where they should be and his emotions too strong and too wild to be contained by the young mind flayer. He caused many accidents – and almost accidents – due to foolish mistakes, and in the end Qirilissk had no choice but to contain him with a psionic seal.

It was a long, agonizing process but Vlassk was far more manageable and collected afterwards. Many of his fellow illithid praised Qirilissk for his patience with the young troublemaker and often reminded Vlassk how good his life was and that he should be thankful of Qirilissk for not giving up on him – as many thought he should have done many, many years ago.

What those illithid didn’t know however, was that Qirilissk was far from generous and benevolent. Behind closed doors and far away from prying eyes, Qirilissk let the young illithid feel his anger and ire. For each misstep or mistake, he beat and cut his skin; mangled his limbs and mutilated Vlassk’s uncommon physical traits – with his tails and head frills being a great favorite.

And yet Vlassk endured in silence, took each beating without raising his voice or hand against his master for it was his own fault for causing Qirilissk such stress and driving him to doing such horrible things to him. It was his own fault for being so clumsy and forgetful and too emotional. He had to do better. He had to make his master proud and happy.

… right?

And after each beating, there were sweet, comforting words and gentle touches – reassuring him that Qirilissk hadn’t wanted to lash out and hurt him but Vlassk was just so difficult. It truly wasn’t master’s fault but his own for being so imperfect.

… right?

Right. That had to be it. Vlassk just needed to try harder, to become better and stronger and handle his emotions and abilities better. Then master wouldn’t need to beat and cut him anymore. Then master would be happy, and – in extension – Vlassk would be happy.

And he tried. He tried so hard, yet nothing seemed to help. Neither his psionic abilities nor his emotions seemed willing to be controlled by him. And then, one day, he grew sick. Or so he thought.

When Qirilissk noticed the state he was in, he did something unexpected. He hugged Vlassk – pulled him close to his chest and wrapped his tentacles and arms around him and told him how proud he was of him. And when Vlassk naively asked him why, Qirilissk answered that he finally – after 40 years of teaching and causing problems and 20 more years than usual – had reached adulthood and his first reproduction cycle had started.

Qirilissk took good care of Vlassk as his body changed and accommodated to the upcoming event.

He gave him special potions to drink that would strengthen his mind and body and rise the chance to successfully produce viable eggs. He let him sleep beside him at night, curled up against his chest and their tentacles tangled into each other. He even allowed him additional brains with special spices and additives which tasted better than anything Vlassk had experienced ever before.

His body grew heavy and round and after almost a month of getting tenderly taken care of and sweet words and gentle touches and fond glances, Vlassk delivered his first clutch.

It was a long and painful and exhausting process and Qirilissk was there the whole time, holding and comforting Vlassk until the last egg left his trembling body. “So brave”, Qirilissk cooed at him as he caressed his face with a tentacle, “you did so good, my little pearl. I am proud of you.”

And for a short, fleeting moment, Vlassk felt true bliss.

But then their shared happiness was shattered when Qirilissk laid his eyes on the eggs and found all of them unfertilized and dead and something inside him snapped.

He shoved Vlassk away and started crying and screaming and throwing things; all the while calling Vlassk ugly, hurtful names and blaming him for everything that ever went wrong in his life despite the fact that Vlassk barely was alive for a quarter of it.

“You worthless slug!”, Qirilissk screamed at him. “I should’ve killed you the day your sorry, disfigured body crawled out of my pets shell. You don’t deserve the air you breathe! You don’t deserve to live or be in my company! Oh, if only I never had allowed you to exist!”

And Vlassk apologized and pleaded for forgiveness. Vowed to try – to do better. That he would do whatever master wanted him to do without questions or hesitance. Without failure. He would be good, he promised.

But Qirilissk only laughed. Cold and cruel and sharp and then revealed another secret. “Oh you poor, stupid thing”, he chuckled as he approached Vlassk. “Do you truly think you are anything else than a pet to me? A toy, just like your host? How adorable. How disgusting. Your only reason to live is to entertain and amuse me and yet you failed so very dazzlingly at that. Despite it being so very, very simple. Oh, how truly worthless you are! All you cause me is pain and distress and humiliation in front of my peers. But that ends today, my little slug.”

And then he lunged at Vlassk and a fight ensued. Qirilissk raging and blinded by hatred and Vlassk desperate and broken and fighting for his life. It ended with Vlassk losing his right eye and Qirilissk his life.

Coughing and laughing and crying, Qirilissk lay on the floor; bleeding and with a broken arm and Vlassk staring in disbelief as life left him at a horribly slow pace. His laughter turned into gurgling sounds, then coughing and gasping and then … silence.

And Vlassk stared, unable to fully process what happened and why and how … and with a fire burning inside his chest, hot and bright and consuming. And oh so painful. Those words his master had said couldn’t be true, could they? He had been mad with grief, surely. He couldn’t have meant those things. And yet …

Doubt nagged on Vlassk’s mind as he stared at his master’s dead and cold form and an idea crept into his head. There was only one way he could be sure that his master had been lying.

Reluctantly and with his mind filled with shame and guilt and desperation, Vlassk reached for his master’s body, dragged him close and then cracked his skull open and consumed his brain; absorbing his knowledge and memories. And his truth. And what he saw shattered him.

Qirilissk had said the truth. He never saw anything more than a pet in him – a plaything, a pupped. And he hadn’t been the first to fall victim to his sweet words and gentle touches.

His host had been a plaything as well. Seduced and groomed and bound to him with the sticky allure of companionship and love. Had gotten false promises and nice smiles and in exchange for being used and poisoned to make him more willing to agree to ceremorphosis. To keep his pretty, sweet pet for as long as he pleased.

But ceremorphosis had gone wrong, had destroyed his host and born a new mind flayer, void of any of his characteristics or memories and had forced Qirilissk to start from scratch once again. Oh, how he had loathed it. And how he had loathed Vlassk for it.

With a cry, Vlassk pulled back and curled up into a tight, small ball of quivering and writing limbs and sobs; his heart breaking and his mind racing as his claws reached out and dig into his neck to remove the cursed psionic seal that was used to subdue and control him.

When he was found, the skin on his neck was removed and he lay in a puddle of his own, pale blood; his throat hoarse and raw and his eyes dry and burning.

The elder concord made him stay trial; demanded answers and reasons as to why an apprentice had attacked and killed his mentor.

Vlassk was still numb, but obeyed their demands and presented his own and Qirilissk’s memories as evidence for his unjust treatment. For the abuse he had been subjected to for 40 years, how Qirilissk had held him low and orchestrated accidents and mistakes to blame on Vlassk and force a psionic seal on him to take full control of his protege. How he used him as a toy instead of properly training and teaching him.

And with that, the Elder Concord couldn’t punish Vlassk. Instead, they had to let him go and allowed him to take up the post as archivist of their colony. A quiet, secluded life far away from the rest of the colony.

And for the very first time in his life, Vlassk was free.

(Art by the lovely and talented @unaarista 🩵)

Vlassk is mild mannered – for illithid standards – and prefers the solitude of his archive over the company of others. He is prone to complain and nag a lot but values knowledge – no matter what kind – above all else. He even collects books and scrolls from other races and heretical texts about necromancy and gods, which often leads to conflicts with fellow illithids of his colony, but has never once lost an argument to them and isn’t above rubbing that fact into their faces.

Vlassk may put up an impassive, tough face but doesn’t believe in violence; yet happily throws insults and mockeries around, but is quick to crumble and bend when someone gets up and close. He also likes to slap people with his tentacles, now and then.

Vlassk is very secretive and private; doesn’t like to show off too much skin and doesn’t like to be touched nor does he appreciate frivolous flirting. He furthermore prefers his food bland and without any emotions or feelings or memories to keep his mind clean and without interference of others.

He isn’t the most truthful person and often lies and bends his words to obscure his true feelings and intentions, even to himself. Vlassk has a hard time admitting and acknowledging his weaknesses and is highly insecure about his bodily imperfections.

He doesn’t trust easily nor quickly but once he sees someone worthy of his time – and even friendship – he gets very protective and even shows signs of fatherly care.

Vlassk also has a complicated relationship with intimacy; shy and nervous about his body and own needs and wants yet capable and knowledgeable on how to please others. He has a very high pain tolerance, but doesn’t appreciate getting hurt and has a deep seated fear of knives.

Vlassk enjoys and appreciates music and loves the sea, preferring a stay at the shore over dark caves or forests or bustling cities and has the habit of decorating his home with flowers and collecting seashells.

Aside from the frills on his head and the tails on his back, Vlassk has a set of gills under his ribs and special salt-water adapted mucous glands that allow him to stay in saltwater without suffering any form of harm. Which comes of the cost of having to maintain a higher moisture level than other illithids and having to either take long soaks each day or to apply a special lotion he himself created.

His illithid scent is also affected by his special glands and makes him smell less sweet and more crisp, akin to the salty sea air with some faint hints of garlic and wet sand.

Due to boredom, Vlassk has picked up calligraphy and tried his hands on mother of pearl inlays and although the start was a bit unsteady, with time and patience and practice he’s become a master of both.

#random rambling #oc stuff #oc post #meet the oc #vlassk #illithid

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